"I love you. What's so complicated about that?"
I'm working on this fic called Astronomy and Astrology and it's taking forever. It started off as a one-scene drabble and it's turned into a 2500 word monster which won't stop growing. I'm enjoying the flow-- how the scenes just seem to come so naturally--but it's also making me rather impatient. It's more contemplative than anything else I've written so far which is also interesting. Perhaps 'quiet' isn't quite the right word, but that's the feeling I'm getting. It's upbeat in its own quiet way.
I used to write a lot of angst! when I dabbled in Snarry and I was pretty comfortable with it. So really, it's kind of weird that I can't write anything even approaching angst when it comes to Kirk/Spock despite the fact that the pairing has some serious potential for it. (Um, hello? Vulcan blood transfusions that conveninently double Kirk's lifespan? Like, seriously wtf?) I guess it's because there's a part of me that finds the pairing utterly magical and inseparable. I can't bring myself to approach K/S with anything other than joy, humour and optimism. Perhaps one day I'll be able to explore the more complex and difficult aspects of their relationship, but for now, I just feel like celebrating what has to be the most beautiful relationship in all science fiction. So... "Excuse the blood transfusion," is what I'm ultimately getting at. (Um, but like, I promise I won't do it again, mmkay?)
The Star Trek canon makes more sense to me if Kirk and Spock are lovers. It explains the characterisation, their interaction, parts of the story which are otherwise inexplicable. That Roddenberry would go out of his way to welcome and even encourage the interpretation only makes it that much more appealing. Whatever his original intention was, he doesn't deny that K/S is an entirely valid and justified reading.
Yeah. One year's worth of formal studying postmodernism and "literary creation" and the best I do is waffle about how great K/S is, gaiz.
I've posted some poems under the cut. They're pretty famous so you'd have probably seen them already (and if you haven't, for god's sake, shame on you) but I like reading them through a K/S filter. Or more accurately, I think of them as Kirk PoVs. I'm turning Kirk into a secret!romantic in my fic(s) because damnit, he is! There's something about these poems which really defines the essence of Kirk's and Spock's relationship.
i carry your heart with me e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
XVII (I do not love you...) Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Poem Frank O'Hara
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen
all you have to do is take off your clothes
and all is wiped away revealing life's tenderness
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us
as you are really as you are I become as I
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is
and what is important to me above the intrusions
of incident and accidental relationships
which have nothing to do with my life
when I am in your presence I feel life is strong
and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine
and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me
sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured
by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs
spread out making an eternal circle together
creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic
the faint line of hair dividing your torso
gives my mind rest and emotions their release
into the infinite air where since once we are
together we always will be in this life come what may
I used to write a lot of angst! when I dabbled in Snarry and I was pretty comfortable with it. So really, it's kind of weird that I can't write anything even approaching angst when it comes to Kirk/Spock despite the fact that the pairing has some serious potential for it. (Um, hello? Vulcan blood transfusions that conveninently double Kirk's lifespan? Like, seriously wtf?) I guess it's because there's a part of me that finds the pairing utterly magical and inseparable. I can't bring myself to approach K/S with anything other than joy, humour and optimism. Perhaps one day I'll be able to explore the more complex and difficult aspects of their relationship, but for now, I just feel like celebrating what has to be the most beautiful relationship in all science fiction. So... "Excuse the blood transfusion," is what I'm ultimately getting at. (Um, but like, I promise I won't do it again, mmkay?)
The Star Trek canon makes more sense to me if Kirk and Spock are lovers. It explains the characterisation, their interaction, parts of the story which are otherwise inexplicable. That Roddenberry would go out of his way to welcome and even encourage the interpretation only makes it that much more appealing. Whatever his original intention was, he doesn't deny that K/S is an entirely valid and justified reading.
Yeah. One year's worth of formal studying postmodernism and "literary creation" and the best I do is waffle about how great K/S is, gaiz.
I've posted some poems under the cut. They're pretty famous so you'd have probably seen them already (and if you haven't, for god's sake, shame on you) but I like reading them through a K/S filter. Or more accurately, I think of them as Kirk PoVs. I'm turning Kirk into a secret!romantic in my fic(s) because damnit, he is! There's something about these poems which really defines the essence of Kirk's and Spock's relationship.
i carry your heart with me e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
XVII (I do not love you...) Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Poem Frank O'Hara
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen
all you have to do is take off your clothes
and all is wiped away revealing life's tenderness
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us
as you are really as you are I become as I
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is
and what is important to me above the intrusions
of incident and accidental relationships
which have nothing to do with my life
when I am in your presence I feel life is strong
and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine
and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me
sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured
by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs
spread out making an eternal circle together
creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic
the faint line of hair dividing your torso
gives my mind rest and emotions their release
into the infinite air where since once we are
together we always will be in this life come what may